Because in my daughter’s hands, they become crime-fighting space-exploring adventure-seeking creatures of awesome. Because my son thinks that they’re actually, secretly ninjas when they’re not dancing at fancy balls.

Because the measure of a girl – or boy – is much, much more than whether or not she or he does or not like glitter and tulle. My daughter – and my son – like glitter and tulle. And also jet-packs and space-wings and ninja gear.